Helen Lucy Burke recalls the 10 most memorable meals of her life.
1 An Enduring Aroma
Durians are the stuff of legend. Gigantic fruit that can weigh up to 60 pounds, encased in thick armour with sharp spikes standing up like the weapon of a medieval knight. Better not stand under the tree when they are in season. What they are chiefly renowned for, among Westerners, is their appalling smell. (You can be arrested in the Far East for bringing one onto an airplane.) In 1990, Quinnsworth in Mount Merrion sent me one to taste.
My Abyssinian cat Tigger was a notable gourmet, as eager as I, and less daunted by the smell. And when you get hooked, you stay hooked.
The taste has something of the pineapple about it, something of cream cheese, and something of an overflowing sewer combined with someone suffering from flatulence. But ah, the taste! We fought for it, Tigger and I...
You can buy them in season at a nasty price in the Asian market. And you owe yourself, you owe yourself. A completely new taste and sensation at your age? A must.
Quinnsworth used to send a durian each year afterwards, addressed pleasantly to Ms. Tigger Burke. Graciously, she allowed me to share.
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